Beer Balls were a method of marketing brew in a quantity smaller than a half keg, but much larger than a 2 liter. If I remember right they held about 2 gallons of the amber nectar. When a "real man" arrived at one of the parties of my youth…he brought a pair of the bright blue ‘Balls’ with him (pun intended)…I don’t remember how one got the beer to your cup, but I do seem to recall that drinking directly from the container was considered a ‘rowdy’ activity…and bad form for the more genteel set.
Ignorance is not bliss where beer is concerned. Therefore, what is a "beer ball"?
I remember Beer Balls, They were Bright Blue weren’t they[;)]?
Originally posted by Ort. Carlton.
>Beers I really do miss include Ballantine India Pale Ale (when it was brewed in Newark and then Cranston, held in wood for 9 months, and contained a proud 65 units of bitterness),
Oh man, I miss it too! I wish whoever (Heileman I think) would revive that recipe.
>Whoever posted regards Bell’s Eccentric Ale: I owe you a pint somewhere, sometime. It broke me to tears of joy to be alive when I tasted it; that’s the best accolate I can apply to a beer.
Eccentric is good, but I think the Two-Hearted Ale & Expedition Stout are the bomb!
Circa 1980 or so there was a brand simply labeled "Stegmaier" from PA that was simply horrible…$5 a case back then! Thankfully I drink much better beers these days![:D]
POC(Pride of Cleveland) has to be one of the Best of the Worst. A beer brewed in Cleveland, Ohio. I am certain the water came from Lake Erie, and that they didn’t filter it. The best thing about it was that it was cheap, it didn’t even qualify as inexpensive,less $4.00 per case. The best way to drink it was when you were drunk already. So, as poor college students, we would buy a case or more of POC, and a six-pack of so-called good beer, which then was Bud, shotgun a couple to get a buzz, then one didn’t care what they drank, as long as it wet. It didn’t even have to be cold after a while.
We also had a nasty pop wine called Bali Hi, and a cheap lambrusco, which I swear still had grape skin in it, and what I am still firmly convinced were pieces of toe nails and sloughed off foot skin from the grape stompers. But when you got it free with an all you could eat spaghetti dinner on thursday nights, for a whooping $2.00, at the local laundry mat/bar/restaurant. Then it was heaven. After all if you can remember the 60’s then you didn’t have any fun. What was my train of thought again?
Red White and Blue was carried by 7/11 stores for awhile some years ago…which automatically assigns a cultural value to it. Jay Leno read and article on his Headlines segment of the TONIGHT Show about 7/11’s beginning their own wine labels and micro-brew’s (something about being aged in the plastic boxes on the truck coming to the store)
Oh, and I forgot Old Style, which is undrinkable, unless you’re at a Cubs game and it’s hot & sunny, in which case it is nirvana.
Quickly, to Jmckee:
Of all the great Trappist beers, Orval is the most misunderstood, the most difficult to love; not surprised that you find it awful. Won’t suggest you give it another try just yet…I hated it the first time I had it also. But after 100 or so other Belgians including most of the other Trappists, I went back, and found it great! Of course, this is off the topic in a sense, but please don’t let Orval prejudice you against other Belgian beers! Probably the greatest brewing nation on Earth, with a range that is really remarkable.
And getting back to bad beers, anybody mention Red,White & Blue yet? Uggh. Sub-Meisterbrau, if that’s possible. My Dad’s favorite for a while, along with Blatz (never had it thank God) and Busch (one of the 5 worst beers ever IMHO). Don’t remember RWB all that well, but am sure its one of the world’s worst.
I have come across three San Miguels — two are made in the Phillipines. On one the label has three lines of print and the other has four. If I remember correctly, the three line label was the good stuff and was kept on the islands, while the four lines was exported. The other San Miguel was made in Spain.
The worst beers I ever had was anything brewed in Rhode Island ("nasty"gansett – although their draft was pretty good). Even the Schaeffer brewed in Brooklyn on the East River tasted better than the Schaeffer brewed in Cranston, RI.
Another bad beer was Fix — made in Greece (or maybe I always misunderstood and it was made in grease?[xx(] ). Enought said about that one.
Another bad one is Keystone — well, it didn’t really taste bad, it just didn’t have any taste at all. Tasted like water.
And, finally, Bud Lite, Miller Lite, Coors Lite……anybody see a trend here?
When we were first married, we realized very quickly that we weren’t cut out for apartment living, so in order to ramp up saving toward a house, we started living "on the cheap" which meant cheap wine and cheap beer. The wine, Avia wasn’t–and isn’t–too bad; it’s from Romania, go figure. But the beer of choice was (drum roll please) Pfeiffer’s Famous Beer (say, "Puh-fifer’s Puh-Famous"). It was recognizable as beer. Barely. But it was also $1.49 a six pack (this was in 1985). Needless to say, once we were in the house it was back to the better stuff.
When I worked for a weekly business newspaper, we’d go out for beers on Thursday evening, after the paper "went to bed." We went to a bar where they offered 120-some beers from around the world. You could get your card punched for each one, and when you’d drunk them all, you got your name on a plaque and your own ceramic personalized beer stein. The publisher and I were the only ones who finished. (Not becuase we drank more! We just always remembered where our cards were.) In all the time we did this, we all agreed that there was only one, really bad beer. From Belgium, Orval Trappist Ale: Dark, thin, kind of soapy tasting. In fact, one sodden evening was spent inventing ad slogans: "Orval Trappist Ale: Purified through the socks of Monks," or "Orval Trappist Ale: Used to wash the feet of the poor."
Speaking of ad lines: In Israel, the number-one beer is Maccabee, and the slogan is just great: "Maccabee: The Chosen Beer of the Chosen People."
OK. I’ll quit. I’m rambling now.
Yuengling. To me this is essentially where Coors was 25 years ago; except Yuengling was there also and hasn’t changed (reputation-wise) in all that time, whereas now Coors is a huge multinational that nobody would confuse with good beer. I’d heard about Yuengling for years after I started drinking good beer, about how you could only get it in the East and people would bring in special out to Chicago, etc etc; then I moved to VT and still heard the same stuff. Well finally I got some (both the traditional lager and "premium") and it was terrible! Better than Coors or Bud maybe, but certainly not deserving of its rep. But, I have fond memories of certain Wiscosin products that are less than stellar, so who am I to criticize one for liking the local stuff? It’s just not worth the "cult" reputation, is all.
Got to throw a regional brew into the fray.
You guys ever hear of YUENGLING of Pottsville,PA ?
They claim to be America’s oldest brewery. During
prohibition they made ice cream to keep the business
going. Driving through Pottsville you can still see
their Yuengling ice cream signs.
San Miguel doesn’t qualify for the Bad Beer List…It is great!! It saved my life more than once during my visit to SE Asia in the early 60’s.
Ok, here’s another one. Anyone remember Drewery’s? This was when I lived in Missouri, and I have no idea where it was brewed or how widely it was distributed. They had two versions that I knew of: a "regular" and a "draft" (both canned). As bad as Drewery’s Draft (again, canned) was, regular Drewery’s was even worse.
By the way, remember the pull-off tabs (post church-key)? One of the big criticisms was that people would pull the tabs and throw them over the side of the boat, and the fish would eat them (thus killing the fish we were told). Well, a friend and I figured if fish ate them, they’d make good fishbait. We screwed some treble hooks on and sold some to our suckers (er, I mean, friends). I still have one in my tackle box today! Never caught anything with it, though.
Near Ilo Ilo, Philippines, we rode half the night on bikes with flat tires to a "famous" hot springs where we had to wake up the owner who graciously unlocked the place and put us through hot and cold baths -relaxing, aaaaaahhhhh! But what I remember most was the San Miguel, ice cold, refreshing, the perfect end to a very long night. I dont know if san miguel is good or bad beer – but on that night it was the best ever brewed .
Let’s talk about the beers we’ve really enjoyed instead of bumrapping some very ernest, if misguided brewers, and some greedy beer barons…
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